My kitty cat/kitty brat/boyfriend has cancer.
He's still himself. Still sassy and bossy and bratty. Still loves on me and acts normal. Still alert and interested in things.
But his food isn't moving through his digestive tract like it should. He's stuffed full and not absorbing nutrients, so he's losing weight and constantly hungry and often nauseated. His body is eating his muscles for protein.
He's 14-ish years old. The surgery outcome, if we were to go that route, doesn't sound great.
I've been thinking for the past few months that this was an IBD flare up that I was failing to get under control. It wouldn't have been the first time we had been through this.
I've been medicating him, cleaning up diarrhea at all hours, and being woken up every few hours to feed him because he's hungry. I've spent over $1000 that we definitely don't have right now on special foods to try to stabilize him. I've been doing this for months. And I would continue to do it if he would have any quality of life.
But his doctor is a big "quality over quantity" person when it comes to life. We are, too. This is the same doctor that got Oreo into emergency surgery to try to save him. If there was any way for Scar to have a good outcome, we'd explore it. But there's not much to be done here.
We will be saying goodbye to him this week. I am sad. I felt like air ceased to exist shortly after the news sank in; I literally couldn't breathe or speak. I knew it was a possibility, but I didn't expect it. We'll choose the day as a family; possibly Wednesday or Friday. I don't want my boy to be uncomfortable for longer than he has to.
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